Top Songs By Og Grip
Credits
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Monroe Tohnoh Dunbar
Songwriter:in
Jimmie Garret
Songwriter:in
Taurean Curtis Jackson
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
I get that work put in work
Now your face up on that t-shirt like
(Now your face up on that t-shirt like)
Lil **** gon' do wrong
I just hope that you knew right like
(I just hope that you know right)
Six shooters on three dirt bikes
Fifty cal grip i think your type like
(Fifty cal I think it your type)
Get money it just one way
We ain't never catchin' two flights like
(We ain't never catchin' two flights)
Make 'em root for the underdog
I ain't backin' down from none of y'all
Go hard no fuckin' off
Like AP trying to run the ball
Chase bread **** fuck the law
If I fall knock the dust off
**** I don't trust none of y'all
And these hoes worthless by the gutter ball
Any beat I'm a fuckin' dog
I can't stop this shit for nothin' y'all
Bitches like you so fuckin' raw
And I like to take the rubber off
One thousand ENT the fuckin' boss
Before you win gotta take a loss
I don't want shit that don't cost
And I shall rise above it all
The street shit ain't no love at all
Broke beef I don't get involved
Police try to make a **** talk
Laugh at him just to piss him off
Four-five car, Nick Ross
Swisher sweet how this bitch spark
These **** plush, leather seats soft
Scared to buy just squeeze off
Two one nine that's the face-tatt
But I get it in where the lakes at
Dwell where it ain't safe at
And get on ya ass like ASAP
All I wanna do is make scratch
And that bag comin' I can taste that
It's one thousand bitch
And I state facts Gizzle
I get that work put in work
Now your face up on that T-shirt like
Ayy now your face up on that T-shirt
Lil' **** gon' do wrong
I just hope that you know right like
(I just hope that you know right)
Shootin' on three dirt bikes
Fifty cal grip I think your type like
(Fifty call I think it your type)
Get money it just one way
We ain't never catchin' two flights like
(We ain't never catchin' two flights)
I just be actin' a fool
I just be keepin' it cool
Stackin' that bread
M.O.B. bitches in back of my head
See me I'm droppin' the pair
Big homie divorced his wife
She talk about talkin' to feds
off with her head
Damn just chill out
Bitch think I'm cheating, told me to get out
Like this was about (DAMN)
If I was a single **** I would be a gigolo
I be smokin' fire I'm no liar
Like Bam Bigalow
Hustle at the top the price I got
Ain't no middle row
I am never no middle man
Fuck the world I don't give a damn
**** you envy I'm livin' them
Your bitch think I'm mixed with a Indian
I don't be fuckin' with ****
I just be chillin' with Benjamin
She say she don't cheat but she givin' in
The world that I'm livin' in
I think I'm first prince word to Aunt Vivian
Be in the club we don't chill with the citizens
Poppin' the pills and I'm losin' my innocence
Wakin' and stackin' up dividends
Movin' all vigilant
Where the fuck is it penitent
Turn me up Josh what you done did to this
Turn me up Josh what you done did to this
No waitin' in line we straight to the front
My **** don't talk we straight to the point
Stay with them ****
They stay in the joint (AH)
I get that work put in work
Now your face up on that T-shirt like
Ayy now your face up on that T-shirt like
Lil' **** gon' do wrong
I just hope that you knew right like
I just hope that you knew right
Six shooters on three dirt bikes
Fifty cal real I think your type like
(Fifty cal I think your type)
Get money it's just one way
We ain't never catchin' two flights like
(We ain't never catchin' two flights)
In the traffic switchin' four lanes
In the passenger that's your dame
Hop you don't let that simple bitch
Be the reason you lose your brain
I been grindin' I been hustlin
So I gotta shooter that'll get a **** off me
Redrum redrum he stay shinin
Can't stop a **** boy stop that whinin
Quick to run in yo spot
With three or four **** in eight Glocks
Said your man's was killers but they not
That's why they ran they fled
And they ain't stop
Stop actin' we about action
Michael Jackson bad we on fire
Said he had all of that gas
So we set his ass on fire
**** ain't ready for war
We started and settled the score
Started and finished the war
Walk in the room
And they part like the red sea
From way back before
I don't understand ****
Can't put nothin' past ****
Mama told me there'll be days like this
So I bought a itty-bitty gun as a kid
And it grew to be a cane like this
So I hope you ain't testin' me
Verbally stressin' me
I was abused as a child
Never really had no counseling
I just been ruthless and wild
Never really knew myself
So I was trapped in a itty-bitty child
Played the roll even fooled myself
Then I snapped when the **** went wild
I get that work put in work
Now your face up on that T-shirt like
(Like)
(Now your face up on that T-shirt like)
Lil' **** gon' do wrong
I just hope that you know right
(Like)
(I just hope that you know right)
Six shooters on three dirt bikes
Fifty cal' grip, I think you're tight like
(Fifty cal' I think you're no tight)
Get money it just one way
We ain't never catchin' two flights like
(We ain't never catchin' two flights)
Written by: Jimmie Garret, Monroe Tohnoh Dunbar, Taurean Curtis Jackson
